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And the exchange my brother! In the mature time,
[Distant druin. Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum : Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. (Exeunt.
SCENE 4.-The French Camp.
Enter Kent and a Gentleman.
back know you the reason ? MAK Gent. Something he left imperfect in the
state, which since his coming forth is thought
Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any
demonstration of grief? Gent. Ay, sir ; she took them, read them in my
O, then it mov'd her.
Made she no verbal question ?
Gent. Faith, once or twice she heay'd the name of
“father" Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart; Cried.“ Sisters ! sisters! What, i' the storm ? i' the
You spoke not with her since ?
No, since. K'cnt. Well, sir, the poor distress'd Lear's i' the
Why, good sir ?
Alack, poor gentleman ! Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you
heard not? Gent. 'Tis so, they are afoot.
Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, And leave you to attend him : When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, Go along with me.
SCENE 5.-A Tent in the French Camp.
LEAR on a bed asleep.
Soft inusic playing. CORDELIA and Kent. Physician, Gentleman, and
To match thy goodness ? My life will be
Cor. O you kind gods,
So please your majesty That we may wake the king: he hath slept long.
Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed I'th' sway of your own will. Is he array'd ?
Phy. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of sleep We put fresh garments on him.
Kent. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him ; I doubt not of his temperance. Cor.
Cor. O my dear father! Restoration hang
Kind and dear princess ! Cor. Had you not been their father, these white
Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face
Phy. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest.
majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the
Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know: when did you
die ? Cor. Still, still, far wide! Phy. He's scarce awake: let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ?-Fair
O, look upon me, sir,
Pray do not mock me:
Methinks I should know you, and know this man ;
And so I am, I am.
No cause, no cause.
In your own kingdom, sir. Lear. Do not abuse me.
Phy. Be comforted, good madam : the great rage, You see, is cur’d in him : desire him to go in. Cor.
Will't please your highness walk ? Lear. You must bear with me; Pray you now, forget and forgive : I'm old and